So, the end of the semester will be a flurry of makeup classes if this keeps up!  Because we have a babysitter now, I’m caught up in all of my reading through Thursday, so…

Well, it’s happened.  The ship has turned.  I can point my bow (stern?  port?  bow is the front, yes?) towards the future, any future.  It is a coping mechanism, a survival skill finely…

or if I needed to?  The dilemma with a blog about boring daily life . . .  in the face of such tragedy, its frivolity and pointlessness is coldly exposed.  Then I read…

We had a stained glass window set into the front door.  On the day it snowed, I remember looking through rose colored glass to see my roommate’s ancient convertible car under an inch…

Patrick is applying to several other schools now, in light of our recent REJECTION (the word rejection outlined in bright red light bulbs, the bulbs pulsing with a buzzing !You’re a Loser! sound…